Sensing Karciel's bloodlust, Haktor grinned even more. He is someone who liked to fight with strong people to compare his strength with that is also why he applied as a knight for House Castellan. The decision was something he was never regretful for. Not only one but a number of strong people have come to House Castellan to work and the strong are not only found in their military but all over the place with their gender and race varying.
Haktor smiled as he remembered the people whose strength interests him.
Karciel narrowed his eyes at Haktor and leaped towards him with a sword in hand.
"Do you really think someone like the eldest lady of House Castellan, a ten year old girl, is worthy of your strength?" Karciel asked as he swung his sword in different patterns.
"Why? Do you think you are worthy for me to follow?" Haktor snickered as he blocked all of Karciel's attacks with his long weapon.
The two moved around in sync as they attacked and blocked each other. Slash lines from their weapons filled the room from the ceiling to the floor.
Seeing such an amazing fight, the knights were in awe again at how strong their attack division general truly was. Such skills and strength! Things that only a few people could achieve.
With abilities, most people does not need to use weapons, but just their abilities. Thus, most ability users are not inept with proper skill in wielding a weapon and just use them as decorations. But looking at their general, they could see his skills with his weapon. It was like an extended part of his body!
Unlike Karciel who was just slashing his weapon everywhere and uses it as a feint for his abilities when attacking, their general was using his like a hand. Every thrust, every spin and twirl was precise and powerful. His movements considered his weapon's weight, height and reach.
Amazing!
Karciel and Haktor continued exchanging blows but the gap in their skills was obvious. Karciel's attacks were messy and untrained while Haktor's was strong and precise, wounding Karciel here and there. But the wound were not deep nor serious, just grazes and scratches.
As the fight went on, Sebastiene's face turned darker and darker. He was wondering if he should interfere with the fight or if Haktor had noticed. There was definitely a huge gap in their skills, but skills with weapons alone would not be able to defeat someone like Karciel.
All of a sudden, Karciel stopped dashing forward and a huge wicked smile was painted on his lips. It was as if he had already won against Haktor.
"How stupid." Karciel sneered. "Are you feeling weak already, general? Do you feel like sleeping?"
Haktor leaned his weapon on his shoulder and slightly frowned at Karciel, confusion clear on his face.
"What are you talking abou-? Haktor did not finish his sentence and stared at the floor wide eyed. "Wha-? What is happening?"
Karciel bellowed maniacally, his broken fingers that were limping earlier started cracking and healing themselves back. He pointed a long finger at Haktor and laughed.
"Did you really think I was attacking you blindly?" He sneered, his eyes flickering with delight. "You were so focused with impressing your subordinates that you did not even notice that I was not using any abilities while fighting you."
Haktor swayed a little and held his weapon to keep him from falling.
"Your ability?" He asked as his eyes drooped.
Karciel laughed mockingly at Haktor.
"You see, my ability is poison gas." Haktor raised his hand and a reddish purple gas swirled above his palm. "My gas is quite deadly but I cannot use it in such an obvious way was you can probably find a way to stay away from it. So I acted as if I was attacking you when I was actually letting you breathe poison when you are in my reach."
Karciel's poison is deadly when inhaled in large quantities but with someone like Haktor, he knew that making him inhale a large quantity would be impossible. So, he created a plan, a very tricky plan to use tiny amounts of poison to feed Haktor while they were fighting. Every time Haktor was in the reach of his poison, he would let him sniff a little. The effectiveness was slow but with constant feeding, the poison in the body would accumulate enough to be able to kill.
It took quite some time for him to slowly poison the general because of how strong Haktor was. But he noticed that as time went by, the strength in Haktor's attacks were slowly declining. When he was able to block Haktor's attacks easily, it was then he knew that the poison was already irreversible.
"Poison huh?" Haktor mumbled and held his head in his hand. "How dity. It actually suits such a rat like you. Hiding itself until the owner of the house lets their guard down."
"Dirty?! Hahahahaha!" Karciel laughed, his foxy eyes looking at Haktor mockingly. "There is no such thing as clean or dirty when fighting! Only winners and loser!"
Haktor glared at Karciel and he tried to keep himself standing with the help of his weapon.
"I guess for someone who does not have any dignity as a human, you won't know what a clean fight would be." Haktor smiled mockingly. "A rat can only live and die like a rat. Also surviving only like a rat."
Karciel shook in anger and embarrassment at how Haktor kept referring to him as a rat. A stinky rat!
"Well, how embarrassing would it be for a general to die in the hands of a rat?!" Karciel shouted angrily and attacked the weakened Haktor.